Yarns of a Dream
Come, let us go to dark green forests deep
where death is no more terrible than sleep;
where life is without labor, care or pain,
no one gets sick, grows old or dies in vain;
where honey drips from trees, tame game abound,
there's singing, dancing, loving all year round;
where the boughs droop, burdened by luscious fruits
and grassy grounds burst with succulent roots;
lay down beside me by this sighing stream,
let's spin yarns for trapestries of our dream.
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